never grow up

---- to ( d i e ) would be an awfully BIG a d v e n t u r e !

[ofpeterpcn]

rcvenhairedprincess:

The brunette pursed her lips as she shook her head. “Of course it is hell, and you are Lucifer’s henchman?” Veronica looked down as her hand went to her neck. She was used to the pearl necklace of her father being there but upon being killed it had been destroyed. There were many things she had been doing in New York, none of them were good. “Okay fine, maybe I’m still in the phase of getting to be a good person. But hell is a little extreme. This is essentially the worst place and there must be worse people than me. Where can I file a renewed evaluation?” Most likely there was no way of showing people that she did not belong here, but she couldn’t hold her mouth and it wasn’t like it was going to get her killed anymore. Veronica raised an eyebrow in question as the other one listed his … crimes. “Pirates, sword fights and crocodiles, huh? What fairy tale exactly are yo from?”

" AS IF I’M ANYONE’S HENCHMAN, ” the boy bit back with a sneer. the concept of peter pan as anyone other than the L E A D E R was absurd. “ so if you’ve got a problem, take it up with someone else. ” peter was never in the mood to listen to complaints ( unless, of course, they were his own ) . “ sheol’s the place for people like us ------ why fight it ? ” and when he smiles, it’s practically S I N F U L . the grin remains, perhaps even growing bigger, as he answers her question: 

            “ why, i’m PETER PAN, of course. ”

[ofpeterpcn]

reina-ofelia:

“ I’ve never seen a mermaid before. I’m sorry for all of my traps. I just do not want people trespassing. ”

Ofelia’s eyes went wide when the man wrestled himself out of her arms and jumped,almost as if he was lighter than air. She knew that the fairies could fly, but this man was not the size of a fairy, he was just a little shorter than the willowy Ofelia was.

“ I WOULD ‘AVE ESCAPED EVENTUALLY . ” the response is equal parts dismissive to her apology and an inflation of peter’s own strengths ( who knew how long it could have taken him to get free ? ) . however, a single word catches his attention and his eyes TWINKLE with  c u r i o s i t y . 

“ TRESPASSING ? ” he flies so he’s closer to the girl. “ whatcha got ta hide ? ” wicked grin.

[ofpeterpcn]

banshccscream:

One thing was alike in all places: Drinks. Apparently it was a human desire, dead or alive, and Lydia was surely not going to complain about it. She has had her fair share of drinks back home, though hardly ever in a pub. However, she was relatively new here, she still missed her friends somehow and constantly hoped that they were all right, not to mention that her banshee senses were over sensitive in a place that was made up of death. So allowing herself to a drink it was, to take the edge off of everything. The girl was sitting by herself, shifting a glass in her hand as she watched the liquid move inside of it. She didn’t mind the other people around her, not until one of them decided that her shoes needed to be his spitting target. Her lips pursed in annoyance, she put her glass down and turned to look at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Of all this space, it’s my shoes? If this is a joke, it’s a very bad one. I hope for your sake that you got a new pair already lined up, sweetheart.”

A SHRUG LIFTS HIS SHOULDERS. he’s unperturbed. in fact, chuckles are falling from his lips in a matter of  s e c o n d s . “ how ‘m i supposed ta control where i spit my drink ? ” it’s a rhetorical question, accompanied by a grin and another snicker. he glances down at her wet shoes, a FALSE sympathetic look painting his features. “ bum some sneakers from the dead. i ain’t doin’ it. ” the redhead had no other shoes in his possession ; not that he was inclined to help the BOSSY girl out.

[ofpeterpcn]

darlingwendyy:

Wendy had been trying her hardest to be the best angel she possibly could be but, occasionally curiosity got the best of her. She wandered into the office, not expecting anyone else to be there but hearing a voice had caused  her to glance up.  As soon as her eyes landed on him they widened slightly in surprise.   She remembered the boy, in fact it was hard for her to forget him. She didn’t think she would ever forget her time in Neverland.  Her lips parted and her lashes fluttered. “ Oh, Peter it’s you! “ she said, sweetly. She stopped a moment before asking, “ You do remember me, don’t you? “ she asked. hesitantly. 

HEARING HIS NAME ESCAPE UNFAMILIAR LIPS, eyes narrow. “ should i ? ” when a dark gaze slowly scans her form, he’s merely humoring her ; peter even pauses a moment, brow pulled together in thought before a snort escapes ------ the FACADE crumbling. “ i ain’t ever seen ya before, girlie. ” feet lift back up to rest on the desk and sheriff hat slides down to once again C O V E R his eyes. maybe if he doesn’t look at her, she’ll  l e a v e . her mere presence offends him ; maybe it was the sugary sweet voice & the delicate smile. it made his heart ITCH with something he couldn’t describe --- NO, didn’t even want to describe.

[ofpeterpcn]

reina-ofelia:

“ You have a fairy? Then do you know the faun? ”

Ofelia remembered the Faun, who was older than the trees, than the mountains, than the rivers and the flowers and the goats who took their forms after him. Desperate for answers, Ofelia quickly took to the knot, something that Mercedes had taught her all those years ago. What perplexed the boy was untangled in mere seconds, and the rope released him by the ankles.

She caught the falling stranger, saving him from a good knock to the head.

PETER WASN’T GIVEN THE CHANCE TO ANSWER ----- he was falling, falling, FALLING... straight into the brunette’s outstretched arms like he was--- like he was some kind of DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. ( HA, as if ; peter’s job was to be the savior, of course ) . immediately, he’s flying free of the grip and landing on his feet two meters away. ( this time he remembers to look at the ground for other traps before settling ) . his chest puffs out as if to D I S T R A C T from the fact that he was just saved by a girl as he speaks again.

“ NO, i don’t know any fauns, ” he practically huffs. “ fairies, mermaids, and crocodiles ------ yes. ”

[ofpeterpcn]

gleamandglows:

rapunzel hated how confused the redhead was making her, especially since it was her first day. “ the only instructions i’ve been given was to keep a close eye on you and your friends. “no one told me anything about a challenge.” she replied with her frying pan hidden behind her back, just in case.

“ YOU’RE KEEPIN’ A CLOSE EYE ON ME ? ” the ginger suddenly flies so he’s I N V A D I N G the blonde’s space. “ no thanks, ” he spits and his words may as well have been  v e n o m . that was not how peter P L A Y E D ; he didn’t need supervision.

[ofpeterpcn]

THE SHERIFF’S HAT SITS LOW ON PETER’S HEAD, neatly obscuring his dark eyes from view. he’s leaning back in a wooden chair, legs propped upon the main desk. TODAY WAS HIS DAY AS SHERIFF ------  he’d made sure of it. ( not that anyone in sheol even listened to the “ sheriffs ” ) . it’s a rare occasion when the door actually opens. peter sits up from the chair ----- it creaks as he does so, echoing echoing echoing around the empty station as he asks, “ oi, whatcha need help wit’ today ? ” there’s a FLASH in his eyes when the woman comes into view. was it familiarity ? ------- no, only realization that it wasn’t a real residence of sheol. he settles back into the chair with a dejected groan. “ actually we’re  c l o s e d . ” there was just something about angels that put him on edge ( especially THIS ONE ) .

@darlingwendyy

[ofpeterpcn]

THIS WAS NOTHING NEW TO PETER PAN. from stealing hook’s flasks to drinking concoctions made by fairies, peter was no stranger to the feeling of giddiness & loosened limbs. however, this TASTE was something peter was not accustomed to. a new drink ( he couldn’t even recall the name ) in hand, he sipped... it was a familiar B U R N ; yet, it was not that sensation that caused him to spit the drink out ( straight onto some poor girl’s shoes ; she really should have sat somewhere else. luck just wasn’t on her side ) . “ ugh. ” he made a face. “ sure this drink ain’t the actual punishment of beelzebub's pub ? ” a snicker.

@banshccscream

[ofpeterpcn]

ofgreen:

“Right…” The pixie started slowly, looking around the place, “well, I still don’t believe in god so for argument’s sake lets just call this a prison and we can break out of prisons.” She stated, narrowing her eyes as she looked at the shops around them, “I also heard of people getting kicked out of hell for liking it too much…so that’s also a possibility and I’m technically a sadist so this should be fun.” Tinkerbell decided, “Plus, we can’t actually DIE so once our bodies heal we’ll be back to Neverland.” She grinned, moving to put her hair up into her signature bun, sticking a golden pin straight through it to fasten it to the top of her head.

Once the pixie had finished processing the news she smiled, nodding at the thought of some fun, “Of course it will be.  I’m glad we could be on the adventure together.” She grinned, “So, you know this place, what fun is there to be had, Peter?”

“ I’VE BEEN HERE AWHILE, TINK. my body’s takin’ an awful long time to heal. ” the statement is mocking ; he doesn’t believe a word tink says. he can’t even recall when he’d surrendered to the idea that the BOY WHO NEVER AGED had succumbed to  d e a t h . ( maybe it was the fact that since he’d stepped foot into sheol, he hadn’t aged a day --- it’s almost like OLD TIMES. ; besides, peter’s always been adept at falling prey to living in the moment, forgetting the past, forgetting things he once hold D E A R ) . “ you think i never tried to escape. ” a snort, quickly followed by BARED TEETH ; he was peter pan ( adventurer extraordinaire ) of course he’d attempted.

but now he’s in a CROSS mood and the idea of having fun ( WITH TINK ) sounds horrible. he backs away from the blonde, unruly locks catching the wind as he flies. “ you don’t believe me ? about being dead ? ” the words are grumbled. his arms are crossed ; he’s blocking tink out.

[transfigurationxtartan-blog]

She may be new to her role in purgatory, some angels having been here for ages, but Queenie was passionately determined to do a good job. Step one had been to consciously work on improving on her own shortcomings, namely being more respectful of other’s privacy. Her death had dulled her legilimens abilities, making this a bit easier, but even so the person she passed by was giving off such intense vibes she simply couldn’t ignore it. Assuming that maybe they were new to Sheol she slowly approached, her inquiry gentle. “Hey, you doing alright? If you have any questions I’d be happy to answer them.”

[ofpeterpcn]

PETER PAN NOT GETTING WHAT HE WANTED WAS A RARE OCCURRENCE, but when it happened... B E W A R E . the stormy weather perfectly mimics the brew of emotions accumulating in the man’s ( no, boy’s ) narrowed eyes and clenched jaw --- the latter decorated in a splatter of his own blood. “ i ‘ave no questions for ya... just get out of my way. ” if possible, jaw clenches tighter, and he swears he hears the click of bone. 

[ofpeterpcn]

gleamandglows:

“challenge?” rapunzel was even more confused than when she first got here, she hadn’t expected to be assigned to purgatory, the people here scare her too much, she was hoping that she could stay up in heaven with her grandparents and herboss, but i guess, you can’t always get what you want. “what challenge are you talking about and why did you push that woman away from you so hard like that?”

UGH, AN ANGEL. there was nothing peter liked about them ; so far up on their high horses they were nearly out of view ------ he hated it. “ what kinda angel are you ? ” brow raises. “cast straight down here without any instructions ? ” a mocking laugh. “ you’ll catch on soon enough. ” a grin forms, and it almost seems comforting... if it weren’t for the dormant MISCHIEF in his eyes.

[ofpeterpcn]

rcvenhairedprincess:

Ronnie raised an eyebrow in question. “Hell? I always expected hell to be … hotter. Plus, I may have done a lot of bad things, but I am a better person now and there is no reason for me to be in hell.” It made no sense that this place was hell. Then again, it also made no sense that this place existed in the first place. “I am aware of the fact that I am dead. Did you expect me to start crying so you can get all touchy and use the excuse that you tried to calm me down? Not with this princess of color, sorry sweetheart.” She shrugged slightly, pursing her lips. “So, if this is hell. Why are you here?”

THE DISAPPOINTMENT SPLAYED ACROSS HIS FEATURES IN A PERFECT PORTRAIT. great, of course, peter found the newbie that was no fun at all. “ it is hell, ” he grumbles, bored with this “ game ” now and annoyed with having to explain. “ you must have done somethin’ REAL BAD if you’re here. ” there was little truth to his words ; he was only trying to SALVAGE what was left of his fun. truth be told, peter had no idea why people came to sheol ; he didn’t even know what he did W R O N G. though over the years, he’d had his “sins” detailed by angels who had his best interests at heart ( HA, the idea was laughable ! ). it is the angels’ reasoning that he regurgitates to the raven-haired girl: “ i killed. sword-fought. poisoned... threw pirates to crocodiles, ” that reason prompts a chuckle. 

[ofpeterpcn]

ofgreen:

At the sound of the other’s voice, a large grin spread upon cherry red lips, “Peter!” The pixie exclaimed, small heeled feet taking off in a run towards her Peter, “You’re here?” She questioned once she reached the other, “Where is here?  WHAT is here?” The girl asked, eyebrows scrunching together in thought, “It looks like a place on Earth, but it’s definitely not in the UK or seemingly very exciting.” She frowned, looking around for a brief moment.

After she surveyed the area she sighed and ran her fingers through the golden blonde locks, “Anyhow, I’m sorry I had all the fun without you, but the man was terribly annoying and then he wanted my wallet and I was having none of it so now he’s enjoying brainlessness.” Tinkerbell chuckled, looking up at the other, seeing if he knew a bit more than she did, hoping that that was the case.

" YOU’RE DEAD, TINK. ” the statement is followed with a laugh : sharp and crass. “ we’re both dead. ” he says it easily, as if he’s remarking on the weather. of course, he’s had time to adjust. how much time ? ------ that he didn’t know, but it was long enough for him to become accustomed to the dead, to the way sheol worked. “ this is H E L L. ” another laugh, this one more boisterous than the last.

he ignores her apology. instead, he simply grins ------ a maddening, mischievous look glinting in his dark browns. “ don’t ya worry, tink. there’s plenty of fun to be had. ” he begins to float, the sensation mimicking his excitement. “ and it’ll be even funner with you around. ” a cheeky grin: dimples are prominent and he flashes a wink at the blonde. peter’s always known just what to say ; the right way to FLATTER ( from mermaids and lost boys to fairies and wendy-birds ) to keep what he wanted around.

[ofpeterpcn]

heldanopinion:

“Never said I was an angel, I said people get away with murder and I was taken down for nothin’ you know it’s true no kid my age, or yours, should get killed.” Reggie explained, though his voice did not become any more kinds. “Course I don’t like bein’ told what to do, but I don’t have that light-skinned-privelage of being assumed innocent whenever I undermine authority.” He ticked. “Have fun doin’ nothing for no one, ain’t so fun when the gun’s turned on you.” 

AN EXAGGERATED GASP. “ you were KILLED ? ” peter flies forward, his interest suddenly PIQUED. “ by who ? ” despite the grave topic, there’s an eager smile on his face. however, as reggie continues, his brow gradually furrows ; his feet become closer and closer to the ground ; and when he speaks, tone is serious and assertive, less child-like if you will, “ I AM the authority in neverland. nobody undermines me. ” in his urgency to communicate his SUPERIORITY, peter forgets that he’s no longer in neverland...

         and would never be again.

[ofpeterpcn]

mynamewasandre:

Dre couldn’t help but smile slightly as he imagined truly haunting his friends. Rod would freak out, he could see it now, the big man screaming and jumping a foot in the air. It’d be hilarious. Of course there was nobody he wanted to haunt more than the very people who l e f t him like this, though from his brief moments of clarity he knew it was possible to never see them again. “Yeah you’d scare the hell outta those boys I’m sure.” Dre chuckled. “Clearly, you like… do anything fun when you fly like… flips ‘n shit?” 

A BRIGHT BEAM DECORATES HIS LIPS, chest proudly popped out as if he was proud of S C A R I N G his lost boys ------ knowing peter, he was. then a deep breath escapes in a LAUGH, and it’s like his chest deflates. “ there ain’t no point to flying if you ain’t having fun. ” eyes roll and, suddenly, he’s floating a few inches in the air. “ should give it a try. ” an impish grin displays ; peter was up to no good, no doubt about it. “ all you need... is to think HAPPY THOUGHTS. ” of course, he was leaving out one MAJOR detail.

[jewishmomhelps]

                      “Fuckin’ hell.” Tink groaned, pulling a green and gold gun from her thigh holster that was hidden under her short green skirt, “I really fucking hate guns, but SHIT I wouldn’t even want to torture you.” She shrugged, shooting the man straight between his eyes. Once his head splattered the girl grinned, laughing at the pretty splatter.

                       After the blonde was satisfied the girl started humming one of the tunes Peter used to play, red bottom heels clacking against the pavement as she happily made her way from the alley.   As she walked down the street the girl took her golden hair down from her bun that rested perfectly on the top of her head to run her fingers through her hair, strutting down the street like she owned it.  

                      “What?” She questioned to the voice that she heard call from behind her, “I can’t have fun in this place?” The girl smirked, not really knowing much of the rules since she just arrived.

[ofpeterpcn]

IT WAS THE TUNE THAT CAPTURED HIS ATTENTION , the sound swirling around him and caressing his soul in  f a m i l i a r i t y. there was no doubt about it, no mistakes to be made: his fairy was here. and then he was grinning, experiencing the rush of excitement and satisfaction akin to when a parent returns a favorite TOY to a naughty child. he turned a corner and there she was, in all her glory ; seemingly just as he remembered ( if there was one person that peter could recall, it was tink ) .

“ that’s my song. ” a childish claim of possession calls out to the blonde, though it sounds more like a sudden remembrance of the fact. footsteps draw him closer and a tittering laugh escapes as the scent of blood drifts to his nostril. this was a familiar scene ; it made his heart ache with something he didn’t know. 

“ having fun without me, tink ? ” voice holds a sense of DISAPPROVAL.

[ofpeterpcn]

reina-ofelia:

“ Who is tink? ” the woman asked with crossed arms. She had been roused from a night of fitful sleep when the trap had gone off, nightmares or perhaps it was a memory of a man stealing a baby, a sharp pain in her stomach, and a rose blooming out of her bellybutton. She was well-acquainted with this dream, something she had been intimately aware of for the past one thousand sleeps. Perhaps longer.

She looked up at the boy (man)?, crossing her arms and taking her stance. She did not know this person, nor did she trust him. However, this was not a good way to leave a good impression on your subjects

“ Do you need help down? ”

“ MY FAIRY. ” the answer is a huff. patience has dwindled to  n o t h i n g n e s s and the blood rushing to his head is DIZZYING him ; the subtle rocking back & forth from the rope is no help. “ don’ ‘cha know her ? ” brow furrows. in neverland, all fairies were familiar to their kind. this was no fairy from his land. a fact that was dreadfully obvious when the fairy asked if he needed  H E L P ( the fairies of neverland never offered, they just did so without prompting ).

chuckles. arms are still crossed despite the dull ache it causes. “ i don’t need yo’ help. ” the boy doesn’t bother to reach up to attempt untying the ropes again at the risk of FAILURE ; he can’t have the fairy think he was  I N F E R I O R . no, the magical boy simply remains upside down, stubbornly refusing to move.

he’d figure a way out... eventually.